Gabrielle Lyon Book Novels & Stories

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Mollie opened the door, and we walked in. Olivia was still sleeping like a baby. I chuckled softly when I saw her. I stared at her fragile body, taking in every bit of her intricate appearance. Her dark curls fell across her face, her bronzed skin glowed beautifully. From what I'dseen, she had beautiful curves that could drive a man crazy—proportionally filled up in the right places. I watched as the blanket enveloped her. I slowly inhaled her scent. Lily.

2seconds. I know it's weird I'm counting but I can't help it. Gabrielle clears her throat quickly and he stares at her and then back at me as if asking for permission to talk to her. "You know I don't bite, right?" Gabrielle rolls her eyes boredly, and I could tell she wasn't comfortable with how Liam looked at her like she was bad news. "I'm sorry but I can't be too sure about that." He retorts, earning a scowl from Elle.

Jade questions. "I told you I can't give away any detailed information." Joan looks up from the book, to stare at Jade, her voice serious. "Okay" Jade nods her head in understanding, "then where is my hint?" "Here" Joan pushes the book she was holding onto Jade's hands, in which she was already carrying the book she found earlier. "This is your hint." "Wait-what?" Jade stares at the book's title. 'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'.

I flip open the book on page seventy-seven. A single poem stares back at me, old-fashioned black letters standing defiantly against against the browning, moth-eaten paper. I read. The Wife Of Llew And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: “Come now and let us make a wife for Llew.” And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, And in a shadow made a magic ring: They took the violet and the meadow-sweet To form her pretty face, and for her feet

She didn't even know who Gabriella was? "There is no way. You are not my mate. Besides, I know how powerful you are. After all, you are Gabriella’s apprentice, and I know damn well, that she was as powerful as hell." "Please, Rhye, you have-" she begged again. "Hell! Shut the fuck up Livia, I should have known better, but Gabriella does have a way with words, and he convinced me that she helped you with the spell to lure me and my pack to that specific campsite." His eyes narrowed in fury as Lily futilely struggled against the burning chains.

It makes me sick to recall those pains, and I feel them now reading through the news. I feel my hands shiver on the edge of my laptop, my wolf barking for me to get back to work, but I feel deflated by these rumors. If the Queen Luna were to be pregnant, which I am most definitely not, then it would technically be my second pregnancy. The hurt of losing the first one nags at me without relent. “My dear, what’s wrong?” Gabriel asks, standing in the doorway to the library now, his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands stuffed into his front pockets. He looks accentuating lean in this stance, almost hitting his head on the doorway. “You were growling.”

She didn't shift, but her nails grew into claws as she swung wildly at my face. “You pathetic little bitch!” Lily screamed. I braced for the impact, but it never came. A blur of dark movement intercepted Lily mid-air. A powerful hand clamped around Lily’s throat, slamming her back against the rough-hewn stone wall of the hallway with a sickening thud. Gabriel stood there. His presence was suffocating, his aura radiating a cold, lethal fury that silenced every whispering mind in the building. He didn't look indifferent anymore; he looked like a predator protecting his territory.

He still believed in temporary solutions. Still believed things could be neatly contained. Like me. A door opened ahead. And Lyra Olson stepped out. We stopped at the same time. For a second, neither of us spoke. She was… different in person. Less polished than the women Gabriel usually entertained in elite circles. But not weak. That was the interesting part. Her eyes held something stubborn. Something that didn’t belong in a world like this. “Victoria,” she said cautiously. I smiled politely. “Lyra.”

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho